"My first sight of the famous Veiga horses came before the Revolution at Golegi at the fair of San Martinho. The year was 1972 and three horsemen came riding by, elegant, quiet and nonchalant - I will never forget them. The trio of silvery grey stallions trotting abreast round the tan track showed a calm, and a peace with themselves that was matchless. Trotting collectedly but with high purpose, everyone naturally moved out of the way. It was a show of deference which required no forethought, such was the assured beauty of the spectacle. The superiority of the breed was etched in every fine and arched line, in each flexed muscle of the noble stallions as they passed by. Only one word sprang to mind - pedigree! "Who are they?" I breathed, as they passed by... "What are they?"
"They are the Veigas", came the all encompassing reply.
As a rider, I have come to respect the Veiga horse above all others. I have worked and lived around the world and trained and ridden all manner of horses. This is nothing to compare with the Veiga. He is master of precision but for this he requires the finest tact and precision from the rider in the saddle. The tiniest press of the thighs, turn of the body, flutter of the legs on the girth, are all felt, all noted, all responded to. You cannot ride the Veiga horse in overkill; you must ride him as you would handle a piece of fine porcelain, with care, with respect with the gentlest but steadiest of hands"
Sylvia loch, Veiga Horses: Tradition and Present
Copyright © 2011, Jill Glasspool Malone, PhD